Chapter 634
“No offense to either of you, but I’m f*cking over magic.” Sam mumbles from the crook of Sierra’s neck.
Elena side-eyes him. “Well, it’s here to stay pup, and you have a direct line to it. I would apologize before your magic decides it is over your wet dog smell and stops working.”
“You all may want to pray to your Goddess, the winds are shifting.” Gentry gets out as a lightning bolt cracks along the sky.
“Get everyone to the tunnels, Sierra, NOW!”
We scramble. There was no time for ‘I love you’s’ and ‘see you soon’s.’ I just hope this wasn’t the last time I speak to any of these people.
When we get outside along the main street the air is thick and green, wind is whipping around us in short bursts. The lightning is crawling across the clouds, no start or end point, just the static in constant motion.
“What the f*ck is that?” Wyatt skids to a halt next to me.
“We’re under attack. She’s here, I can feel her.” I keep my focus forward, I think she’s waiting for me to be distracted.
I pull at my fire magic, wanting it to be ready to hit anyone that pops out of the shadows. I am starting to enjoy the way that my skin crackles just below the surface. The fire is warm and inviting to me, but can be deadly when needed. Two sides of the same coin.
Lightning cracks and Thunder accompanies it in surround sound, swirling around us. We all move into protective circles, as ready as we’ll ever be.
“ROAR!”
Several of our warriors are tossed past us from my back, then the volume of grunts and growls raise quickly as we are surrounded by a monsoon of red-eyed wolves from every direction. None of us think, just
act.
I shift immediately, not wanting to get injured in my human form, and head straight for the rogues coming at my front. These are faster, more refined in their movements. Vincent and Adrielle saved their top warriors for last.
My wolf ducks and slides under one
rogue only to collide with another. Jaws are snapping and biting at every available piece of fur. I sidestep my hind legs as I feel one approach from behind, but the slight movement and distraction was enough for the rogue in front of me to get a decent nip on leg. The poison in their saliva stings, but it’s like a bad rash for me, nothing more. That’s good to know, my fur can handle it.
With that knowledge, I dive in with a deeper desire to take these guys down. The initial fear is ebbing away to determination mixed with anger thrash at anything that isn’t my
fr with adrenaline as we bite
pack. don’t want any survivor né.
from this hoard. My heart is racing,
and slash through these wolves. It takes more time than usual to take them out since my wolf and I are not aiming for prisoners, but a death toll.
We are grabbed by the scruff of our fur and tossed back. I don’t see much as we’re flying through the air, but the sweet decay of apples lets me know it’s Vincent. My wolf is brilliant and just as agile as I am. She twists so we can land on our feet, but the sight that finds me has my blood running cold.
Vincent is here. I’m not sure how he got in front of me when he’s the one who tossed me, but he’s here, unscathed. His form hasn’t changed, but the energy surrounding him is so much stronger. His red eyes are more wild. He snarls and backhands me before I can observe any other changes about him.
I feel that in my soul. Our whole left side is throbbing with the pulse racing in our veins.
***”SKYLAR!”*** Jena calls my name as we right ourselves. I immediately send my fire into our fur, hoping to the Goddess that we can wound him or slow him down at least.